Halftime

It amazes me how everyone has different opinions and sees things differently in life. For example, sitting in class listening to people talk about how disappointed they are with the halftime show during the Super Bowl with Beyonce. Well you all are nuts if you think that she wasn’t actually singing and if you thought it was boring. She danced a lot because it is a SHOW not something for her to just stand there and sing. It is entertainment and she needed to make it interesting. I thought it was amazing and she is so sexy

Guys stop thinking of yourselves as the ‘nice guy’ and start thinking of yourself as the ‘good guy’ the one that doesn’t take the easy way out and fights for what he believes and fights for the girl. The good guy always gets the girl in the end. He does it by going for what he wants and not letting the bad guys get in his way.

Me

Making the best of your life doesn’t always mean being busy, having things to do and rushing your life away. It means enjoying the moments you are here on earth. Enjoying every sunset and sunrise. Every painting and view you see. Every adventure you get to experience. Every second to think. And every person you get to meet.

Me

On the outside you are dead. Your skin is completely made up of dead skin cells. You are only alive inside, so it only matters who you are on the inside. Who you really are…

Me

why are there days where we love life and everything about it.
the scenery, the people in it, and even the people we meet.

yet, there are days where we simply feel like life is a waste and that there is no hope for anything.

here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you’re alive, it isn’t.

who i am.

I look in the mirror wondering who i am
why am i here
why there are days where i can’t feel
and days where i feel too much

i’m not sure who i am
i’m not sure there is a purpose
wondering why i can’t keep the hurt away
and why it keeps coming back.

i try to be strong
maybe no one will see
what you have actually done to me

you’ve damaged me
you’ve broken me
you’ve left me
but most of all you’ve never cared

never turned to look back
just kept walking
hurting everyone along the way
so now…

i look in the mirror wondering who i am
why am i here
why there are days where i can’t feel
and days where i feel too much

you’d think i wouldn’t have anything left
nothing left to fight for
no energy to fight with
and nothing to live for…

but you have won
you hurt me without even trying
trying to hide what you really did

pretending we never existed
only to those who ask
pretending you have been there
so that it wasn’t your fault

so who am i?

i am someone who can’t say no
i can’t hurt anyone
but can get hurt with ease.

i pretend to be strong
but inside i am small
and fragile as glass.

i can’t love
because i’m afraid i will get hurt
i can’t trust
because i have been hurt

i’m afraid he will turn out like you
i’m afraid he will lie like you
most of all
i’m afraid he will walk away like you did.